Billie - Kid Buu

You ain’t really eating boy your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah

All these racks I got it on me can’t fit in my jeans yeah

You ain’t really eating boy your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah

All these racks I got it on me can’t fit in my jeans yeah

Heard you ain’t getting no racks

Heard you be chilling with rats

I keep them racks in the bank

All of my niggas yell SLATT

I got the strap its a Mac

I hit that hoe before I go to the bank

I hit that hoe then I don’t call her back

She say she need percs cause I’m hurting her back

That pussy wet but that pussy don’t stank

I got the water like sink

Fuck what a fuck nigga think

I’m everything a fuck nigga ain’t

Kid Buu a demon but my bitch a saint

New Saint Laurent it go good with the mink

I’m popping on perc’s and I’m smoking on dank

I’m off a bean and I’m sipping on drank

I’m off the seal I ain’t talking about state

We cleaned you out I ain’t talking about slate

We got the cake I ain’t talking about baked

Counting big racks and they only blue face

Stay with gorillas not talking about Bape

I got the strap like a lesbian babe

I got the smoke that boy don’t want no vape

Can’t save a hoe I don’t own me a cape

You ain’t really eating boy your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah

All these racks I got it on me can’t fit in my jeans yeah

You ain’t really eating boy your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my son I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one that blicky in my jeans yeah

All these racks I got it on me can’t fit in my jeans yeah